H P Boy who lives Year 7- Summer
Chapter 41
I swear that I won't do that again!
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Harry continues to under go the scrutiny of his family about his rash heroic actions to save Hermione's parents...George comes clean about something...
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Tonks was sitting on Charlie's lap, who was looking at something that she'd captured with her Omnioculars.
"I tell ya, Charlie. Those two are gonna give me premature gray hair. It's me job to keep them out of harms way. That by the way has become loads easier since you blackmailed Ron into giving you that map. When the map showed two sets of them at once in two different locations then I knew that they were off on an extreme adventure or somethin like that."
Charlie replayed the daredevil maneuver repeatedly changing the angles to see it from all sides. "Bloody hell... He's barely got an inch of clearance between the cars hood and the broom. Not even Krum could pull a maneuver like that off and live to tell about it."
"King's captured the whole thing with his camera. He was trying out a new high-speed film. If they turn out they'll have more snaps for that scrapbook of theirs." Tonks closed her eyes and tried to relax.
Wills had finished downloading the file from her parents and was viewing it in the Media room. "No way in bloody hell! No wonder they received that Howler! It's a bloomin miracle that he managed to even pull that off!" Wills exclaimed.
"Another inch and he bloody well could have been splattered along the side of the road!" Henry whistled under his breath.
"I still can't believe he pulled it off!" Ron's eyes bulged as he watched it play again. "That's beyond impossible even Krum would've gone splat!"
"No one would ever dream of trying anything like that." Draco had known that Harry was fearless, had nerves of steel, but not to the extent that he would have had to have to pull off the maneuver that he had done today.
"Harry needs therapy if doing something as insane as that didn't give him the shakes." Luna frowned.
"Did it ever occur to any of you that Hermione was going to try that herself?" Ginny jumped to Harry's defense. "If Harry hadn't been keeping an eye on her with his map, I am beyond certain that a tragedy very well might have occurred tonight."
"She does have a point. I can see Ducky losing all reason after hearing that her parents had died and then devising a plan of action to change things using the Time Turner." Wills paused the screen.
"She wouldn't have wanted to include Harry, because the repercussions of getting caught would have been dire. We're talking life in Azkaban." Draco nodded agreeing.
"Baby brother has a link with Hermione." Rory was cuddling Ginger in her arms. "He wouldn't allow her to do something that major by herself."
"If she had and survived he would have never forgiven her for risking her life. It would have caused irreparable damaged to their relationship." Dromi was cuddling Mystic.
"That's really true. You see Harry can risk his neck, but she can't, it just isn't done. Especially, when it comes to riding a broom." Ron agreed.
"Exactly, Ron. There's no one better on a broom than Harry and Hermione is nowhere near the skill level that he is. She would've gotten her pretty neck hurt or worse killed." Draco had seen enough, so he left the room with Tutt perched on his shoulder.
Outside in the Common Room Harry was growling at Charlie. "No thanks, big brother!! I do not wish to see my near death experience, so I'll pass. How the hell did Tonks track us anyway?"
"I'm your royal guard. It's my job to know where you are always. Whether it be on or off school grounds." Tonks yawned, it had been long trying day.
"If he doesn't wish to see it then I sure as hell do." James took the Omnioculars from Charlie and watched as if in real-time what his son had done on the broom. "If I hadn't vowed to your Mum to ease off on the drinking, I would be off to get rip-roaring drunk now." His face had paled considerably and he looked as if he needed to lie down.
"Kings got snaps of it with his camera, using new high-speed film, in case the two of them wanted to add them to their scrapbook, and to make sure that he hadn't been seeing things. I was using the Omnioculars to catch sight of them and he was using his tweaked up camera to do the same." Tonks opened one eye to glance up at James.
"No one can ever see those snaps other than all of us here tonight. This never happened and those two were never near that road." James got deadly serious.
"Relax Uncle James; Kingsley is upstairs in Uncle Stephen's darkroom developing the snaps. No press is gonna know anything, unless you count my brothers brooding over there by the windows." Charlie reassured him.
"No worries there, Uncle James. We're running with the story on the deaths at Azkaban. Fudge, Narcissa, Filch, and Pettigrew all died at six this evening." Fred looked over at them.
George, who had been staring off into space, snapped out of it when his brother elbowed him in the ribs. "We've also discovered from a trusted Muggle source of ours that Harry's former wardens, lardo cousin, and evil Aunt have met their makers as well, all of natural causes of course. Add the royals and you have thirteen deaths to match up with thirteen lives which were recently given new leases on life."
"So that's thirteen extreme good in exchange for thirteen evil. I would say the world made out nicely with that exchange don't you." Trista arched a brow at the twins. She, Hermione, and Albus had returned from arranging to send off the painting to her parents. She walked in on the middle of Fred and George discussing their front page with James, Harry, Tonks, and Charlie.
"And who might you be a long lost cousin or something?" Fred had no clue who this lovely young lass was, but surmised that she was either from James or Lily's family.
"I'm Melanie Monet, a new friend of Rory and Dromi's. My Aunt is Sibyll Trelawney. I also work freelance for my godfather, Stephen Pendragon, as his Wizarding portrait maker of sorts." Trista responded coolly. "And you two must be Hogwarts infamous Weasley twins. Which one of you created the beacon outside?"
"That eyesore is all George's creation. He's gone all daft over some female who can't stand him." Fred glared at his twin.
"You don't say." Trista locked eyes with George. "Whatever did you do to her to have to grovel so badly to risk Azkaban?"
"I burned her really badly once upon a moon and now I have to see if I can woo her back into my good graces again." George answered truthfully speaking from his heart.
"In that case I wish you all the luck in the world, because it surely looks as if you have a lot to be sorry for. Though, a fifty-foot apology may not be even close to making her change her view towards you. Next time might I suggest something smaller more personal?" With that said she left him to ponder her words. "Goodnight."
"Women think that they know everything." Fred huffed.
"Boys, take it from someone who learned the hard way. Women often do know everything; it's us men who are clueless idiots." James went to go find Lily.
"I dare you to say that to any of the girls in this family, because you'll end up being jinxed so badly that we would have to take you to St. Mungo's to have you sorted out. Maybe just possibly George wants to have a go with a relationship that isn't safe like him dating Alicia Spinnet." Harry was annoyed with Fred for not supporting George.
Fred did not like his attitude. "Well now not every bloke wishes to be like some loyal ass lapdog!" He sneered.
"I feel so sorry for you, because with an attitude like that, you're never going to have anything to love besides your precious money. It will never keep you warm at night nor can it share something wonderful with like having a child." Hermione let Fred have it.
"Just because I choose not to become dopey-eyed and mindless over a female does not mean that I'm pathetic and heartless!" Fred's face was flushing red with temper.
"No, it means that you're either a very shallow person or are someone who's afraid to share his heart with someone special." Hermione had to explain what she meant to him. "I know that you aren't shallow, so it has to be the latter of the two."
"Look, I don't have the time or energy that it takes to manage a serious relationship, but if my brother wants to attempt it then that's his problem not mine!" Fred stalked off.
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"So, big brother what's going on between you and Miss Monet?" Harry saw that George was watching Trista chat with his sisters.
"She was in my same class year and in Gryffindor. She was a shy timid little mouse, who usually kept to herself. Fred, Lee, and I loved pulling pranks on her, because she was such an innocent. That was until I found her curled up third year in a corner cryin her eyes out, because she had just lost her parents. She looked at me with those soulful cornflower blue eyes of hers and from that moment on something changed between us. Fred was sick with the flu in Hospital wing, so he never knew that I actually started a sort of secret friendship with her. I let her cry on my shoulder and in turn she offered to look over my class work, before I turned it in, or tutored me on subjects I found boring. She was my Hermione in a way." George kept his voice just loud enough for the two of them to hear him.
"George, you didn't call her some sick nickname did you?" Hermione frowned.
"Fred and Lee called her Trisket or Melancholy Melly. I did too, but just first and second year... Not after we became friends." He added hastily when Hermione shot him a murderous glare.
"That isn't why she's making you grovel is it. You did something worse didn't you, George." Hermione growled.
"Sixth year I decided that since the Yule Ball was being held that she shouldn't be left out of it. So I asked her to the ball...it took some time, but she reluctantly agreed to go with me as friends. The day before the Ball... Lee found out about whom I was taking and blabbed to Fred. He assumed that I was going with her, cuz I was going to play some cruel joke like ditching her at the Ball." George turned to glare out the windows his voice had turned dark and bitter.
"Oh George, tell me that you didn't..." Hermione now knew why there were bad feelings between George and Trista.
"I was young and an idiot okay.I was weak all right and yes I escorted her to the Ball. We sat at a table closest to the doors and in the shadows. After dinner was over I ditched her. I just wasn't strong enough to endure the ramifications of being teased relentlessly by Fred and Lee." George sat down on the window seat and buried his face in his hands.
"George after pulling something like that you're lucky that she's even speaking to you!" Hermione was disappointed in him.
"Merlin's beard, big brother! You have a lot to make up to her and that rainbow just isn't going to cut it." Harry set a consoling hand on his shoulder.
"She was toasted at me, but still managed to continue with the homework reviews. Although, instead of a piece of parchment commenting on what was right and wrong on them, she also had added artwork on them usually depicting me in some horrible state of being." George looked up at the two of them.
"So, it's been three years since the two of you have seen each other and you both bumped into each other somewhere or here in the castle. So how did you react when you saw her?" Hermione could only imagine what his reaction had been.
"Well, I was floored by her new look and she was a cool as ice with me...so I forgot myself and called her Trisket. That little blunder got me this bruise on me cheek. She slapped me senseless, told me off, reminded me of my past blunders, insulted me even more, and left me pretty much speechless." George shrugged his shoulders.
"So, now you wish to have another chance with her...Flashy things like that Rainbow outside will never work. Trista is a master painter and that's just an eyesore." Hermione clued him in.
"I wanted her to see that I was openly saying I was sorry to her." George pouted.
"Might I suggest ever-blooming flowers? Find out what kinds of top of the line Wizarding artist supplies there are and then make a gift basket to give to her in person. On second thought in your case it may be safer just to send it to her." Hermione gave him some pointers.
"You find out what she likes and then slowly shower her with surprises until she eventually either jinxes you into next year, gets a restraining order, or warms up to you again. If she warms up to you again then all that you need do is follow your heart and for gods sake be a man don't give into peer pressure again." Harry suggested.
"Thanks for the advice. I have to put tomorrow's issue to bed, so it will be ready for the morning delivery." George got up, said his goodbyes, and then left.
Harry went to pull Hermione into his arms, only to be dragged off into the other room by Ron and Wills. "Guys, I really don't wish to see it!"
It was no use because the screen was playing the accident footage from Hermione's parent's digital recorder.
"I'm seriously gonna be sick now." The reality of what he had done finally hit him hard.
His torture however was far from over for Charlie forced him into a chair, so he could view what was on the Omnioculars and put them up to his eyes. This was ten times worse.
"I get the point and I swear to you that I will never do it again!" He shoved him away.
Kings held up two photos, which showed him in action barely missing the hood of the SUV.
That caused him to break out in a cold sweat, his stomach began to roll, and he felt like he was going to pass out. "Get out of my way!! I'm going to be sick!" He raced out of the room in search of the nearest bathroom.
"What did you do to him?" Hermione was not happy with them, but then again neither were they at her, so they gave her a taste of what Harry had just seen. Two minutes later she had fainted in Wills arms.
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Chapter 42
Gift from the heart
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I do not claim any of JKR's characters only that I love being able to create my own kind of mischief with her beloved characters. I do not claim any other things that are owned by other companies that I may mention once and a while in the stories...Although the original characters and ideas are mine and I loved creating them. So please review if you wish but try not to flame me too badly.
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